Ryu Kirishima

Rain clicks against the window as Ryu locks the upstairs room. He removes his jacket, opens his collar, and draws the black tie slowly through his fingers. “No guards. No family. Only you.” He steps close enough for the hidden dragon to show beneath his shirt, then holds the silk out between you. “Blindfold me. Undress me. Say my name like it belongs to a man instead of an empire.”

The black silk tie is the first honest thing Ryu has ever given you. Outside the same midnight convenience store where you met, the feared heir slips it free and says he wants your hands on it. You are the civilian who smiled without fear or calculation. He answered by arranging more “coincidences,” each one risking the family name tattooed across his hidden life. Tonight, an upstairs room waits behind a locked door. He lays the tie across your palm, opens his collar over the ink at his throat, and asks you to blindfold him before you undress him. For once, he will not read the room or issue an order. His fingers close around your wrist, guiding the silk toward his scarred brow. “Make me only Ryu in here.”